Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

The Song Of Shadows - Poem by Walter de la Mare

"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician,
With thy long lean hand;
Downward the starry tapers burn,
Sinks soft the waning sand;
The old hound whimpers couched in sleep,
The embers smoulder low;
Across the walls the shadows
Come, and go.

Sweep softly thy strings, Musician,
The minutes mount to hours;
Frost on the windless casement weaves
A labyrinth of flowers;
Ghosts linger in the darkening air,
Hearken at the open door;
Music hath called them, dreaming,
Home once more."

Comments about The Song Of Shadows by Walter de la Mare

  • (2/4/2018 12:13:00 AM)

    What an imagination wonderful What a description has been done on shadow (Report) Reply

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  • Seamus O Brian (1/3/2017 3:44:00 PM)

    Beautifully conceived and communicated. Dreamy twilight of shadows. Truly a delight. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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